Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 17:20:48 EDT
From: Outlaw237@aol.com
Subject: Hard to Ignore
Copyright 2002. All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: You get one life. Always have safe sex.
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Hard to Ignore
I'm wanting you. The way you just looked at me -- the eyes so wild
but so trusting that I'd give up the ocean to swim in them. The way your
hand is caressing the slick wet beer bottle like you have my aching cock so
many times, the sound of your voice - making me want to hear that voice
struggle breathlessly as you try to tell me where you want my mouth next.
But you have more pressing needs. You're starving, hovering over
your plate and wolfing down your food, looking up only for the TV. Your
mouth is so beautiful. I watch every move, every swipe of your tongue when
the food strays. I'd love to feed you but now's not the time. I need to
feed myself.
I slide closer on the sofa and run my hand across your tight belly
as my tongue finds your ear, pulling and biting on the upper part of the
lobe. "I bet I can make you drop that plate," I whisper, sliding my hand
down under your waistband. You pull your head away and grab my wrist with
your left hand. Let you finish, you say. Later tonight you say. I know
what that means. You'll drag your ass into bed at 2am after watching porn
(and cumming at LEAST once), surfing the net or talking on the phone with
that friend of yours who hates me and expect me to take your ass half
asleep.
"No. Now," I say firmly this time sucking on the edge of your jaw.
Your smell gets me fully hard. I rub your cock through your jeans and feel
it stir. You grunt disapproval at me like a child being told it's bedtime.
You shift to keep from spilling your food and I rub harder, edging my mouth
onto yours. You don't kiss me back, so I rim your lips with my tongue,
tasting the pasta sauce mixed with you. Your grumbling gets fainter,
sounding more like a whine and I lick that spot just inside the center of
your upper lip, daring you to keep resisting me. Your mouth opens, letting
me into you. I know you can feel my urgency as I push my tongue in and out
like a cock. I pull back to look into your eyes. They're glazed with
wanting but I marvel at your control. You resume eating, semi hard cock
and all. Two can play this game.
I slide over, sitting back and unbuttoning my jeans to free my
cock. It's already leaking from the taste of your mouth. You can't resist
a glance but say nothing, turning back to your food. I stroke myself as
slowly as I can, teasing us both, grazing the slit w. my thumb. I ache so
bad for you. You want to please me but you've got your pride, so you
return an angry stare. "Ok, your loss," I say as I stand and head toward
the bedroom. I feel your eyes on my back; you want to follow me so bad
it's killing you, but fuck you're stubborn.
I make sure to undress slowly just inside the bedroom door where I
know you can see me because you fucking love to look at me. Last time you
sucked me you stopped mid-way through despite my loud protest and sat up,
very still, saying you just wanted to look at me - at my cock throb, at my
face when I'm at my most vulnerable to you, at my body restless and
squirming, desperate for release.
I get into bed pulling the sheet over one leg, just up to my cock
and start to stroke again. I chuckle to myself picturing you stewing in
the other room. My breathing gets ragged and I start to groan loud enough
for you to hear, louder than I would if I was alone. Suddenly I see your
outline in the doorway. That was quick, I laugh to myself, thinking how a
puppy left alone in a room will quickly find you out of curiosity. I love
how you're looking at me, like a kid on the playground impatiently waiting
for his turn on the swings.
"Okay asshole you can stop now, I'M here," you sound jealous of me,
because I'm touching me and you're not. I say nothing, knowing you hate
that, barely giving you a glance, pretending to be more lost in myself than
I am. You take off your clothes, and I sneak looks. You're rock hard and
walking toward the bed, making me need to slow my pace. I don't want to
get too close yet.
You try to beat me at my own game, pumping your cock right next to
me, but I'm unfazed. You breathe harder and reach out for me. "Don't,"
you know when I use that tone you shouldn't push the issue, so you try a
different tactic.
"Please. I want to touch you." But I can be stubborn too. You
sit on the edge of the bed still working your cock. I reach over and rub a
pre-cum soaked finger against your lower lip. You lap at it greedily like
you did your food minutes ago. The wanting in your eyes is so powerful it
shakes me for a moment, but I stay focused.
You playfully reach for my cock but I nudge your hand away and up,
onto my abs. Your hand is wet with your cockdrool and you rub it softly
onto me, fingering my navel. I moan approval. You slide it up to my pecs,
getting my nipples hard and you bend toward me, whispering.
"Let me kiss you."
I turn my head and your mouth lands on my neck, pulling at the
leather cord tied taut at it's base with your teeth. You suckle my Adams
apple and slide your mouth alternately to each nipple. I feel a jolt
instantly in my cock and have to slow my jacking even more. We are both
panting. I stroke your hair gently as you tongue your own jizz off my
belly. You move for my cock so I take your face in my hands and pull you
up towards me. We kiss like we're suffocating and need the air from the
other's mouth. My hands explore your ass, my cock left unattended. You
moan heavy into my mouth. I don't need to say it, you can read me so well,
and realize you now have 'permission.'
"Oh god, baby...there," I have to struggle to keep from cumming as
your eager hand finds my cock, followed quickly by your very talented
mouth. I reach around and finger your ass, pushing into you. I know this
is what you need. I've let you have your way and now I'm going to have
mine. "Stop," I whisper and sit up (it takes everything I have to stop you
when I'm in your mouth), positioning myself behind you, pulling you up so
you're on all fours.
I flick my tongue over your hole and your breathing gets even more
uneven. I enter you, tasting you, swirling my tongue around, opening you
wider. You've allowed so few the privilege of having their cock inside
you. The thought makes me want you so much more. I pull back despite your
pleading and caress your ass softly. You know what's coming and start to
wriggle against my hand. I smack your ass, not my hardest, but enough to
make you lurch forward. Your cock jerks up. You look back at me startled,
but I know you want more. I spank you a little harder, mindful of how much
you can take. You know I would never hurt you. I'd kill anyone who tried.
I give you several more hard whacks, alternating sides, until a
slight pink appears. You whimper loudly and I let you catch your breath,
stroking your impossibly swollen cock. A solid line of liquid is stringing
down onto the bed. You protest my release of your cock my lowering
yourself to hump the bed. "Did I say you could fuck the sheet?" My tone
is harsh as I pull you back up. You grunt in protest. I give you five
more even stronger blows, your voice frayed as I make you count them. Your
ass is stinging now.
I once again tongue your opening and your balls and you push back
desperately against my mouth. "Be still, baby," I urge. "Take your
punishment for me like a good boy." You wail in frustration and I know how
close you are. I slowly kiss and lick your punished cheeks before giving
you the final thwacks that push your limits. "On your back." My cock is
so full I'm in pain but I need to give you still more.
You let out a long exhale when you roll over, happy to have relief
for your red ass. I suck each of your nipples, at their hardest, knowing
how extra sensitive you are after a good punishment. "You took it so good,
baby," I reassure you as I move down to devour your cock while you writhe
beneath me, taking the full length down my throat.
"Pleaaaaase," you gasp, not wanting to cum yet while my tongue
circles your cock head. I raise your legs over my shoulders and push my
cock against your gaping hole. I want to linger looking at you. You are
so beautiful, so mine. The trust you've given me with your body, with all
of you, is humbling. I push in easily, halfway, careful of your
disciplined ass. "Mmmmm, more....mooore," you demand. I want to make you
cum so hard.
I fuck you with all I have, long, deep strokes, slow at first, then
harder, pounding into you. You cry out each time I hit your spot, and milk
me each time I pull out. I bend down to kiss you, sucking your tongue in
time to my thrusts. The burning sensation on your ass cheeks coupled with
the unbearable pleasure of feeling me fill you is driving you into a
frenzy. I feel myself hit the point of no return, impossibly swollen then
exploding inside you. I raise my head up, animal noises pouring out of me,
and while I'm shooting more cum into you than I have in weeks, I feel your
ass tighten on me.
You tear at the sheets as your own orgasm overtakes you, spewing
onto my torso again and again. You turn away from me while you cum,
closing your eyes, and I feel left out. Being inside you still isn't close
enough. I turn your head back to face me, to see your eyes, before
collapsing on top of you in a slimy heap, my whole body heaving.
I kiss you again. "You okay, baby?" You nod and close your eyes,
not ready to speak. I gently nudge you onto your side and softly rub your
still-red ass cheeks. They feel so warm I'm hesitant to even touch them.
"Did I hurt you?"
You shake your head no. I am relieved. I force myself to leave
you, returning with ice cubes inside a smooth, wet hand towel (terry cloth
would be too rough). You sigh softly while I rub you with it and softly
bite the back of your neck.
Do I sometimes feel guilty? Torn that I could ever raise a hand to
someone I care for this much, and would do anything to protect, even in a
"game"? Yes, but it gets me off only because I know how much you love it.
Besides, there can be pleasure where there was once pain. I consider this
as I trace and then kiss the jagged scar on your left shoulder, the one you
got from a fight you didn't start, when you were much younger. It makes
you shudder and back closer into me. You know there's no safer place than
when you're with me, and, after all, you DID ask for this. Fuck, you're
stubborn.